CANDY WRAPPER

six—
" Kissing in the rain was highly impractical. "

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"Ugh, it's raining," Suzuna said, leaning her forehead against the glass of the classroom's window. Behind her, Sena made a face as he packed his things into his bag, quickly. "This is your fault, you know. If it weren't for you, I'd be home, drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows," the girl trailed off, acquiring somewhat of a dreamy look, and Sena couldn't help but to smile.

"I apologize then, Suzuna," he cheerfully murmured, as the girl walked towards him, "But you were the one who insisted on watching our training."

"Of course I did!" The girl rolled her eyes, as it the matter at hand was painfully obvious to anyone, and proceeded to explain once his befuddled expression caught her eye. "The team needs me, duh. Without a cheerleader or Mamori there, you guys blatantly suck," she said, smiling beamingly at him, "I mean, remember when you were losing against, um, okay, I can't remember—"

She wrinkled her nose, and Sena smiled, feeling his chest warm all of a sudden.

"—well, the point is: without me there, your train sucks."

The boy opened his mouth, "Ah, I suppose you're right." He offered her his hand jokingly, "Shall we? I'll take you home." Suzuna took it, and the press of her fingers against his was acutely noted by Sena, who started to feel his cheeks heating.

"Do you have a spare umbrella or stuff?" Suzuna asked, when they reached the school's door. It wasn't raining heavily, but none were in the mood to get soaked—especially Sena, who only wanted a hot shower for his limbs to relax. Cold rain would only worsen the slight pain in his muscles.

"I don't," he confessed, after the cheerleader nudged him softly on the shoulder, "I was hoping you'd have one, to be honest."

Suzuna sighed pointedly, and then shrugged, "I'm fine with getting wet," she replied nonchalantly. Sena choked subtly, and hoped that hadn't been a innuendo. "Ugh, I don't know. Should we steal one from inside?"

"I doubt there's anyone still—wait, what? Suzuna, we can't steal people's umbrellas!" he shrieked, horrified of the possible repercussions. The girl giggled, dragging him onto the rain.

"I was just kidding," she said softly, eyes flashing in amusement, "God, Sena, you're such a goody-shoes."

He begged to differ. Which was why he stopped to look at her; her cheeks flared and his did too, but he allowed himself to smile as he leaned into her, slowly, slowly—but Suzuna had other plans (or maybe she just needed to hurry up, he didn't quite know), so she took his face with her cool hands, and pressed her moist lips against his. Sena turned red when he felt her open her mouth, and whine when he didn't comply.

The boy hurried up to do so, before she got tired of kissing in the rain.

When they parted, breathing heavily and content with themselves (at least Sena was), her shirt had long become transparent, sticking to her soft skin and showing the flashy green color of her bra. Which was why he promptly hurried up, pulling her by the hand until they reached her porch.

With a hasty kiss of goodbye, because Suzuna knew he was starting to get affected by her state of clothing, the boy quickly ran off to his own home with a lone thought in his mind.

He really loved the rain, actually.


notes: Considering doing more. Yes? No?
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